spilled ink

We write because we have no idea how else to express what we hold inside. We emote the deepest thoughts, scattered and incoherent, imagining the symbols that most portray what we feel. Often times, we cannot find the words to convey what tortures us, inspires us, scares us and drives us, but we spill our ink trying to capture it. We write because we need to, because a different world exists inside our mind, it’s beauty and darkness begging to be shared. We write because we have nowhere else to go but to the paper lying in front of us.